MCYT oneshots

Band Au

Techno groaned, carrying five suitcases full of random garbage his band wanted to bring to the festival was less than ok for his back, his posture was already bad enough. "TECHNO!!!," he heard the familiar chime of his twins voice, "you need any help there mate?" Philza, the official unofficial dad of the group asked. Techno nodded wordlessly, letting Phil take the suitcase he had stacked on top of the clothing, which held the speakers inside. "Thanks," Techno thanked, giving Phil a small smile before it dropped back to his blank face.

"PHIIIILLLLL, WHEN DO WE GET TO THE HOUSE!?" Tommy shouted from the middle row of seats, peaking around Phil's chair to look at the road ahead of them. "Shut up Tommy!" Wilbur shouted from the back seats, uno cards in hand. "It's not my fault you keep losing to the blade!" Tommy shouted back, looking back at the pair playing the card game. Techno held a single card in his hand, smirking up at a frustrated Wilbur. "HOW IS HE SO GOOD, THIS GAME IS BASED ON LUCK!!?'" Wilbur shouted, ignoring Tommy's comment. "Boys, please keep it down, we're nearly there," Phil interrupted, deciding to take the last turn sharply just to shut them up. The uno cards slid off the table between the pair, scattering onto the floor. "PHILZA!" the pair shouted, glaring up at their designated driver.

Technically, both Phil and Techno could drive, but Techno was always threatening to run over children on the sidewalk. The whole group agreed to never let Techno drive their tour bus (more like a van) again.

Phil smiled to himself as the twins started bickering with each other. "I guess nobody won that round, I was gonna win anyway," Wilbur smirked, secretly happy Philza had ruined their game. "You were not, I only had a colour change left! There was no chance you'd have won," Techno responded, arms crossed over his chest confidentally.

Phil smiled fondly to himself as Tommy joined in on Techno's side, bragging about how Techno was about to kick his ass for the fifteenth time that trip. Turning into the driveway of the mansion the bands would be staying in, Phil announced to the others they were there, telling Tommy to wake up Ranboo, who was asleep on Tubbo's shoulder.

Techno and Wilbur were the first to leave the van, still arguing with each other. Though now it was about Techno having to carry his and almost everyone else's belongings. "Wilbur, use that excuse again and so help me I will punt you into the sun!" Techno growled, hitting his brother upside the head after Wilbur used the, 'but your my big strong older brother' excuse again.

Wilbur spluttered a response, rushing to grab his suitcases from Techno before he could drop them off the bridge over a small river in the mansions front yard. "how dare you, your my older brother, how could you threaten my beautiful face," he sighed dramatically, yelping as Techno jumped for him, chasing the brunette across the field towards the door. "WILBUR GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE OR I SWEAR!" Wilbur cried silently, opening the already unlocked door and hiding behind the first person he saw. "Save me, my brothers trying to maul my beautiful face," Wilbur wailed, dripping the dirty blondes green hoodie like his life depended on it. Which wasn't entirely untrue.

Techno swung the door open, eyes landing on the brunette almost immediately. Wilbur sent him a knowing smirk as Techno looked at the blonde he was hiding behind. He felt his chest tighten and nerves sky rocket. There wasn't just one person staring at him, but it seemed like a whole band was there. "HAHA, YOUR WEAKNESS! WILBUR USED SOCIAL INTERACTION, ITS SUPER EFFECTIVE!!" Techno glared at his brother,turning back to the door to pull out Tommy, Wilburs eyes widened, "Techno used annoying child, critical hit," he said in his monotone voice, letting Tommy go and watching as he started blabbering to everyone he saw.

Wilbur and Techno locked eyes, glaring at each other intently. "IS THAT THE TECHNOBLADE AND WIBLY SOOT!?" they heard the familiar voice of Quackity call out. Techno groaned, turning to leave before Quackity inevitably started flirting with him. "Techno, where do you think your going?" Quackity asked, somehow already behind him, gripping his shoulder with a smirk. "I thought we agreed to make our relationship public," Quackity wailed, wrapping his arms around Techno, who grimaced. Techno looked at Wilbur for help, trying to squirm out of the ravenette's hold. "What?! I thought you loved me, Techno!" an annoyingly familiar voice called, Dream.

Techno groaned, physically deflating as Quackity was peeled off him and replaced with a pair of stronger arms. Dream laid his head on top of Techno's pink hair. "I missed yooouuu~" Dream sighed, kissing Techno's neck lovingly. Techno tensed up at the usually intimate action. "Dream," Techno warned, slight growl to his voice. Dream recoiled back at the pinkette's tone, hands raised in defense. "let's not be feisty now, Pinky," Jschlatt called from the couch, smirking up at Techno. He rolled his eyes, turning back to Philza, who was left to carry everyone's suitcases when Techno dropped them to punt his twin.

Techno took the majority of the luggage from the blonde, "sorry about that Phil," he grumbled, dragging the cases to the room their band would be staying in. Phil chuckled quietly, "No worries mate, you know better than most how distracting Wilbur and Tommy can be, at least Tubbo's nice," Phil gestured to the boy wiping at his eyes tiredly, actually carrying his luggage instead of making Techno or Phil carry it. He was taught manners at a young age, unlike Tommy and Wilbur. How Wilbur and Techno were related, no one knew.

Phil opened the door to the room, it was surprisingly big. Two king sized beds on either side of the room. One wall, the wall outlooking the backyard, was made entirely of glass, the backyard was one large walk through garden with a tea house in the middle, the paths were paved with small pebbles, vibrant colourful flowers growing over the whole path.

"This is nice," Wilbur whistled eyeing the bathroom that honestly seemed sparkled enough for him to go blind if he looked at it for too long. "Nice is an understatement, this is definitely way too over the top, we aren't even staying here that long," Techno complained, pushing down on the mattress, cringing when his fingers started aching, this mattress clearly hasn't been used before and Techno would rather not wake up with a sore neck. "I might just sleep on the couch..." He muttered, grabbing one of the pillows and throwing it on the couch by the tv. The main lounge room had a fire place and a theatre sized flat screen, so the bands preferred to hang out down there, especially since it was getting much colder. "Sure mate, it that's more comfortable for you," Phil smiled down at him, already having shooed the younger two into the separate bedroom, which had a set of bunk beds. "Good night Phil, Wilbur," Techno called, snuggling up in his fluffy blanket. He got muffled responses, Wilbur already had his head stuffed in a pillow and Phil is old.

Dunno how to end this...